-- Like the
Wednesday Board Meeting
-- To the Yacht Club Picnic
-- To the Birthday Bash
-- The Bachelorette Party
-- The Stag Party
-- The Wedding Shower
-- During Your Mark's Corporate Address
-- The Company Picnic
-- To Your Mark's Hospital Room
-- To Your Friend, the Attorney, in the Middle of His/Her Opening Argument
-- To Your Psych Prof, During Class
-- To the School Principal, During His Assembly Speech
-- To David Letterman, While He's ON THE AIR

--The Possibilities
are Limited Only by Your L.O.G. (Lack of Guts....)

Roast the living daylights out of your "friend" by delivering this carton to her office.
Or gift wrap and present at her bridal shower. Leave it on her doorstep.
Send to her parents (by mistake). For her birthday?

How in the
heck did we ever come up with an idea like this? Are we insane?

Regrettably,
no, we're not quite.....certifiable yet. If we were, we'd be enjoying
a relaxing game of invisible lawn bowling in some upstate looney bin,
barking like a dog and talking to the Queen, not a bloody care in the
world.

Many
years ago, the owner of TrixiePixGraphics owed a friend some loot ---about
$5500.
This guy -- the owner of TrixiePixGraphics -- was a chronic malcontent
and trouble-maker even then. So when it came time to pay back the money,
he couldn't simply write his friend a check.

A trip
to the local bank revealed that rural banks don't really carry as much
cash as one might surmise. Instead, this guy, the owner of TrixiePixGraphics,
(we'll call him "Bob"), had to pay several hundred dollars
to have $5500 in "ones" delivered by armored truck from a
bank in a nearby larger city which did have that much currency on hand.

Much
to Bob's chagrin, however, even $5500 in $1s, packed neatly into a large
shipping carton, wasn't all that impressive. So Bob and friends stayed
up half the night removing the stacks from their money-bands, and individually
crumpling each and every bill. Now it looked like a bunch
of money.

Bob's
friend was living in Alaska at the time. Bob assumed he lived in a house
or an apartment---whatever. So Bob insured the crate of loot for $5500
and shipped it off to Alaska, secure in the knowledge that his friend
would get a chuckle out of the joke.

What
Bob hadn't counted on, however, was that his friend lived in a hand-built
log cabin seven miles by foot-trail from the nearest postal station,
which was nothing more than an 8 by 25 foot travel trailer, far out
in the bush of rural Alaska. About once a month Bob's friend loaded
his rifle for bears and made the four hour trek to the post office to
see if anyone had written him a note.

As
luck would have it, Bob's friend arrived at the postal trailer on the
first of the month. The first of any month in rural Alaska is a big
day, as most government subsidy checks arrive by bush plane for all
the indigenous people's of rural Alaska. This was a typical first of
the month---the trailer was jammed with patrons wanting their checks,
and the line extended several hundred yards back down the trail. Many
very rural Alaskans are "frugal". They live on a few thousand
or even a few hundred bucks a year, and money is always tight. On the
first of every month, however, the population indulges---
in anything and everything. The drinking begins immediately, and lasts,
for many, until the money is gone. The Alaska bush harbors some odd
fellows and gals, and it's not uncommon that by the evening of the first,
the backwoods is rockin'.

Finally,
just before dark, Bob's friend managed to get his turn at the General-Delivery
counter in the tiny trailer. The postal clerk handed him a largish carton.
Bob's friend was perplexed. Thinking it might be a mistake, he decided
to move over to an adjacent counter and open it right then and there.

Unfortunately,
Bob's friend wasn't paying alot of attention when he opened the box,
and a handful of crumpled bills spilled out of the overflowing carton.
This immediately caught the attention of the natives, several of whom
cautiously drew closer to get a better look into the box---and with
the synchronicity of a school of herring the realization struck them
that here was more money than they had ever freaking seen. It was a
fortune.

Bob's
friend realized the danger immediately, and slapped the flaps closed
on the box, and, forgetting about the handful of bills on the floor,
bolted for the door and away down the trail, hoping he could maintain
a sprinting pace all the way home---seven long miles in the dark.

His
later recounting of the tale brought to mind visions from 1930's black
and white Frankenstein movies, where the entire village rushes the castle
with burning torches and pitchforks, and that seems to pretty-well describe
Bob's friend's mad dash for the safety of home, with a herd of slavering
drunken natives hot on his heels.

He
did make it safely, having lost only a few hundred bucks to the poorly
sealed box, and to small rips and tears in the cardboard from falling
onto rocks in the dark, and from limbs and brush tearing at the carton
as he ran. Of course the sporadic trail of bills only served to spur
his pursuers onward, like Hansel and Gretel following the trail of breadcrumbs.

Bob's
friend reported that when he made his cabin the natives were not far
behind---only seconds, perhaps. And that he barely had time to shove
the carton under a table before the pounding at the door began. The
natives just wanted to talk, of course---so said they. But Bob's friend
didn't feel like talking, and steadfastly refused their kind offers
and deals. He said about fifty men, women and children hung around until
almost daylight, even braving a light blanket of snow that fell during
the cold night. Kind offers of items, wives and children for sale, proposals
of business partnerships, and threats of bodily dismemberment finally
turned ugly, and occasional spats of gunfire broke out. But the cabin
was strong, and no fatalities were reported. Some of the more determined
tried to hack their ways through the roof with hatchets, but to no avail---Bob's
friend poked them with sticks whenever an opening in the shingles appeared.
And one of the group had found a rusty timberjack somewhere, and was
busily trying to insert it between the logs of the cabin, so as to thereby
gain unwelcome entry and have a talk with Bob's friend on more equal
terms. But Bob's friend dissuaded them from this activity as well.

At
daybreak the unruly mob gave up. All except an old Aleut woman and a
child---surely her grandson. The woman was convinced that violence was
not the answer to gaining access to Bob's friend's funds. So she set
up camp and spent another 24 hours singing to Bob's friend, non-stop---some
high, sour, wailing native song, screached out like dry fingernails
dragged across a blackboard. Bob's friend said she just finally went
away. We think he paid her off.

In
any case, Bob's friend got his loot, and Bob got his entertainment,
and in the end, all was well and good.

Deliver this 20 x 30 inch carton to your boss at the company picnic.
Great gift for the stag party. Or time the delivery to arrive at a friend's
wedding.

Have
Fun with a
Fake Gift BoxTo be Delivered to the Birthday Victim at the
Most Embarrassing Moment Possible...

--
Like the Wednesday Board Meeting
-- To the Yacht Club picnic
-- Or the Birthday Bash

How
does this work?

We are
currently offering the labels only.
Each order includes two (2) identical labels.

These labels
are designed to look best on a particular box, a double-wall corrugated
white cardboard, Model TW851, manufactured by Tharco
in Algona, Washington state. They retail (as of this posting) for
$11.96 each, plus shipping. The minimum order is 5 boxes.

However,
the labels will fit any other 20 x 20 x 30 inch
box (or larger). Such a carton can be easily procured at the local
grocery store or mall. We recommend Sears, Wal-Mart, etc. The Tharco
boxes (above) are white, as are the labels. However they work just
as well on any old brown carton. You may choose from one of our label
designs during the ordering process, or make up your own.

To make
your own embarrassing design, just open any graphics or desktop publishing
software such as one of the Photoshop incarnations, or MS Publisher,
Art Explosion Publisher, etc. etc. Create a new document measuring
18 x 28 inches (landscape mode), and design away. Save your masterpiece
as a .jpg file at 150 DPI, and upload it in the form below. We'll print two identical copies and ship them in a heavy
poster tube.

The self
adhesive media applies more easily than you might expect.

For delivery,
UPS offers a day-specific delivery service (check out UPS.COM).
Or have a friend or local document courier (process server) deliver
at exactly the right (wrong) moment...

Hideously
embarrassing cartons to
be delivered to your mark friend at
the most inopportune moment possible.

20x30 inch carton shown -- Drop this on the counter and
demand a refund from your butcher.
Work at a restaurant? Leave it in the walk-in freezer for others to find.
Use a marker to check all that apply

Gag Gift Box Labels
Fill out the following information and click 'Submit'.